Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.